Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jerry's Kids to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Prunes,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Organ,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alphaville,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
The Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Bluetip,
Donny Hathaway,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Can,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Wyatt,
Sex Pistols,
Minnie Riperton,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.